*After a couple minutes, you actually strip and get in the shower. You wash your hair, and pray that the boys hurry up.*
*When you finish doing everything, you step out of the shower, but you leave it on to buy you time. You find a towel and dry off. You put your bathing suit back on since you don't have regular bra and panties with you. While you put them on, Nash starts beating on the door.*
Nash: What's taking you so long?!
Y/N: I-I'm almost done!
*A few seconds later, Nash busts open the door.*
Nash: Really, bitch? Your clothes are gonna come off anyway!
*You start screaming and you try to run past him, but he grabs your hair and slings you into the wall. You whimper, and he jumps on top of you and punches you in the mouth. He smiles evilly, and sits on top of your legs.*
Nash: You're fucking lucky my parents and Sky are gone!
*You cry out when he starts ripping your bathing suit top off, leaving your breasts exposed. He then starts to tug at the bottoms until, BAM! Someone kicks him in the face and he flies off of you. You expect it to be either Matt, Tay, or Dillon, but when you look up, you see a wide-eyed Hayes Grier.*
Hayes: Y/n! What's going on?!
*You're crying too hard to answer, and then Nash jumps up.*
Nash: *He holds the gun up to Hayes* You made a big mistake.
*You jump up and push Nash as hard as you possibly can. He flies over and leaves a hole in the wall from his arm, and the bullet shoots through the wall. The gun flies out of Nash's hands, and slides in front of Hayes. Shaky and scared, he grabs it and runs out of the bathroom.
'Where is he going?!'
*You try to run too, but Nash grabs your ankle, and you fall to the ground.*
Y/N: NO!
*Nash stands up and starts dragging you out of the bathroom. You scream, cry, and try to grab onto anything you can. All of a sudden, someone tackles Nash. You turn and see Taylor on top of him, starting to punch him. Then, Matt runs to you.*
Y/N: MATT!
Matt: Y/n! *He picks you up, not even paying attention to your body* Are you okay, baby? I'm so sorry!
Y/N: I-I'm fine.. he.. *You bust out in tears*
Matt: Here, get dressed. *He sets you down on the counter next to your clothes*
*He runs out of the bathroom, and you quickly slide on your clothes and your socks and shoes, shaking. Blood streams down your lip and nose slowly. Then you look over to see Taylor standing.*
Taylor: Don't ever fucking touch her! Ever!
*You grab your phone and Dillon runs in the bathroom. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bathroom. He signals for you to go, so you do. You run until you bump into Matt, and he wraps his strong arms around you. He's crying.*
Matt: I'm so sorry, y/n... I should have known you wouldn't do that to me. I'm sorry I left. If I would have stayed, you would have been safe. It's all my fau-
*You smash your lips onto his, and he's caught by surprise at first, but then he kisses back. You pull away.*
Y/N: Don't blame yourself, Matt. It's not your fault.
Matt: .. I taste blood.
*You remember your lip bleeding, and somehow, after all this, you start laughing. Matt laughs too.*
Matt: I love you.
Y/N: I love you too, fag.
'This shit is fucking crazy,' you think as cops bust in the door.
